Showmareship "Booo! Get off the stage!" The brown, spiky haired stallion yelled. His words were echoed by those around him. They could be heard amidst the murmur of the crowd, which had taken a turn for the worse. Twilight struggled to remain calm in the presence of such open hostility, not to mention the odd ballistic vegetable, and carried on.
"So, you'll all, uh, notice there's nothing up my, um, s-sleeve..." Twilight was sweating buckets and her voice resembled Fluttershy with a heavy cold.
"You're not wearing anything with sleeves!" A wag at the back shouted. The crowd laughed again and somepony else launched a tomato at the little purple pony.